Alarm rang. Snooze button. Hug phone. ZzzZzzzz. 7 minutes. Alarm rings 3rd time… wakeuppplazypigggrfgdshfsghdsf drag myself up, wash up, prepare cereal drink (yesthat’sallIhaveforbreakfast), fix messy hair, 15 minutes passed gahh… screw it. Got dressed, struggle to fit into pants, pheww, done, off to the kitchen, saw mom already up and making her cup of coffee, gulp down cereal drink, wash mug…

Me: Mom dunowhy the pants is getting a bit tight to wear…

Mom: Fat already lah. *selamba*

Me: *eyes popped out like that little fella*

Seriously, I can’t help but wonder the signs. Not signs of getting fat, no. Deeper than that. Like a mid 20’s life crisis or something. It can’t be, can it? I’m still yoooounggg… *in denial*

What’s my age again?